Back Blogging

I'm BAAAaaaack!

Okay so January was a wash. First my back got all screwy with the 3rd and 4th vertebrae getting locked and the muscles surrounding them were tight as tits and as hard as math. My genius chiro slash second boyfriend (because I loveses him) fixed me up after a couple of sessions and I thought I was back on track. THEN I got what I thought was a cold. But it got worse. And then it got worse. I mean ... it started with a sore throat and then my chest got heavy (no boob jokes, please) and I got a cough that sounded like emphysema. I lost my voice (which not everyone was complaining about) and then I got sever sinus congestion. That got infected and then I had a stomach thing that I don't want to detail for gross-out reasons. Even with anti-biotics it cost me 13 days. THIRTEEN DAYS! Is that a movie title? And now my li'l Matty is sick and I am doing my best to take care of him.

So I'm at 90%. I still have some symptoms showing but I'm functional again. I got back on the treadmill yesterday and did some arm exercises. Yes. Muscle building exercises. I'm tryin'. I'm tyrin' to live up to that promise I made you a million months ago. I'm not working out today because I have class tonight and I can't face washing my hair and doing my own blow out today. My hair really dictates my workout life and I can complain about that or call it an excuse but the truth is that's just how it is.

But here's what I wanna tell you. I was sick for 13 days and I ... gained 4 pounds. WHAT?! I KNOW! And I haven't been drinking! I gave up drinking Jan. 5 for a month for my own personal "lent." I thought for sure that would buy me a few pounds, but it hasn't seemed to help so far. (part of me is elated as I cannot wait to have a cocktail on Valentine's Day and I will do that much more gleefully after I realize that drink is not the reason for any of my weight gain). Many of those days that I was sick I didn't eat much or I ate soup. But here's the thing ... I have an adrenal imbalance. When I get sick my metabolism dials down to nothing. At that point, if I eat a freakin' APPLE it gets stored. My body is trying to protect me. My body is trying to help me get better. So I'm just gonna be happy that I'm better, get back to my routine and not waste time being bitter as I would have done a year ago. It doesn't help anything. And it certainly doesn't make me feel better about me or my life or my situation. And ... it's not my fault. I do have the information and power to control this weight thing, but sometimes it's just out of my hands. I just have to accept that and roll with it and not let it screw up my happiness.

Speaking of that ... I want to talk about Bob Greene and what he said on Oprah during Best Life Week. I know that was January but I told you I was gonna save those episodes and revisit them through the ... year. Right? So ... since I lost January I'm gonna do it now. Also, what Bob said has stuck with me and made me feel better and given me more understanding that I think is gonna help me. And that's cool cuz mostly I'm not a fan of Bob Greene. So I'll share it with you tomorrow. How's that for a teaser/cliffhanger?

I'm BACK, dang it!